Poem June 24, 1985 Issue

Asking, seeking, finding

PEGGY DUKE-EVANS

Ask, and it shall be given you;
seek, and ye shall find;
knock, and it shall be opened unto you.

(Matthew 7:7)

Oh, God, I turn to You
In trust and loving prayer.
Oh, God, I ask only Your hand
To guide me where
Your angels lead—
And feel Your presence there.

Oh, God, I lean on You
And seek for faith to shine
In every dim-lit room
To brighten me and mine,
To give the honor due Your name—
Your power all-divine.

Oh, God, I find You near.
Your solace is my rest!

Oh, God, I know myself
As Your own chosen child—
Comforted, holy, blest.

PEGGY DUKE-EVANS

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